Thursday, April 20, 2017

Happy 4/20, people. It's an old story by now, but for the few uninitiated...

1971... Five friends at San Rafael High School in California ("The Waldos") coin the term "4:20" as a euphemism for smoking pot. April 20th becomes a popular day to spark one up, as does 4:20 pm. Note that the Boston song "Smokin'" clocks in at 4 minutes, 20 seconds, and if you multiply the title numbers in Bob Dylan's "Rainy Day Women #12 And #35," you get 420. Dude!
--From songfacts.com

Now more than ever, weed is in the social conscious, and the punny headlines everywhere reflect it:

20 comments:

lagunitas commemorates the waldos with the release of the waldos' special ale, touted as the dankest, hoppiest beer they've ever brewed. it weighs in at 11.9 abv. zoinks. i'll give you a review this weekend.

Casey Anthony did indeed have it going on back in the day. In a Central Florida slightly white trash kind of way. I've known plenty of girls that for that description over the years.

Prime knit Stan Smiths are sweet. Definitely go green over white or metallic. I'm partial to navy blue though as I'm a Rod Laver shoe fan. As for Vans, always a good choice. Especially since they offer roughly a million different styles/colorways nowadays.

Z- if you ever have time to kill in the Atlanta airport, One Flew South in terminal E is worth the tram ride.

In other 4/20 related news, my only longtime girlfriend in college was born on 4/20. She didn't smoke and was always annoyed when bouncers or bartenders would comment on her birthday after seeing her ID. She did, however, have an Uncle who was at one time a huge weed dealer (like owned his own plane level) and did time in a federal penitentiary. He was smart though and hid a ton of his assets under his Mom's name. That Mom is dead now and so is he. My former girlfriend received all that money (millions) in his will as well as his huge collection of original Peter Max artwork.

The girl who walked in on Eddie Money is the same girl who inherited all the drug money.

I also happened to live in her Uncle's mother in law suite (rent was cheap and it was walking distance to two bars, a strip club and the beach) when I was fresh out of school. He would randomly get drunk and come over with a joint and tell me stories of his time as a dealer. Now those were some great stories.

The inheritance wasn't a surprise. She always knew it was coming her way as she was one of only two grandchildren in the family and the other was kind of a shithead. The inheritance came far earlier than expected though.

As for Eddie Money, I wrote a post on it years ago. It's in the archives somewhere. I'm happy to retell it if we ever meet, Dave.